You lug your heavy suitcase towards the entrance of the Institute, straining against the weight of all your worldly possessions, and then you realise that you no longer have to be concerned about hiding your powers from public. Relaxing your mental hold on your mutant power, you allow your biceps and triceps to swell dramatically. You look odd with your disproportionately muscled arms, but you're able to lift your suitcase with ease and it feels good to finally use your powers openly.
You ascend the steps and enter the Institute. There's a richly decorated foyer with a staircase leading up to what you guess are the dormitories. You dig into a pocket and find your room key, with room number attached.
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